September 5, 2024

After hours of the guard rapping his checkpoint baton on the metal cell doors to wake up inmates to have them flip around the odd direction on their bunks, things get quiet. Either he succeeded or gave up. When I awake after my few hours of sleep, my right foot hurts from my big toe across the bottom of my foot and wrapping under my heel. My knee too. It is because, since I was positioned with a wall at my feet and sleep on my belly, my foot was torqued to the side since I couldn't point my feet out without bumping my head into the metal table. As if I need anything else to hurt on my body. Because of this, however, I realize that perhaps my foot trouble was provoked by the jail forcing me to do the same thing. At least based on how it hurts, it seems almost certainly the case.

​At about 2:45pm, the meatgazer raps on my door requiring I sit up and look at him while I am laying on my bunk listening to the radio. It isn't night time and I am not sleeping. Tax payers are spending money to have someone do this! Unbelievable.